Texty: Conception. The Promiser.

Voices from a TV screen
Breathing down your neck
A man without a face
Don't be surprised my friend

He knows how to talk
He knows how to collect
The voices he needs, so bad

Hear him praising the Lord
Whom he's always renounced

Promise to walk along, hand in hand
With those who pay the price
Promise you'll fight with us
Last in line beyond the barricades

Fatherly he grins to grain
The masses' good will
We have seen it all before
Hailed be his naive attempt

Many trust his lies
But words are cold comfort
When election day is past

See the glint in his eyes
Dreams of dollars and dimes

Promise to walk along, hand in hand
With those who pay the price
Promise you'll fight with us
Last in line beyond the barricades

I'm the kind who will pledge
My words, born to be honest and chaste

Promise to walk along, hand in hand
With those who pay the price
Promise you'll fight with us
Last in line beyond the barricades